We Get A Lot Of Cheese, No

The Music Is Always Blasting Wherever I Am That People Always Knock On My Door And Say, "it's Too Loud!"

Gettin At Weezy You Comin Through Me-zy & I Won't Hesitate To Do Anyone Greasy

If He Gimme The Word Then I'm Flippin The Bird & Then I'm Spinnin Around & I'm Grippin The Burn

When I Was A Girl I Creeped In The Boys Locker Room Hide Deep Inside, It Was My Little Creep Stalker Room As They Disrobed I Was Oogling & Oggling Little Did They Know That For Me They Were Modeling

They Go The Long Way But We Take The Short Cut Give Me The Blonde Hair, Long Weave, Short Cut